The night is dark and delightful
A joyous celebration of mysterious scent
The robe is bathed in honey dew
Into it's path
Dripping drops are cue
Those who are in love with the night
Can always inhale miracles
Night is the wings for those
who ablaze like fire
and yet know the art to remain hidden
Night hoots like a call of owl,
Dancing in the tunes of aroused crickets
Night falls like a sheet of linen
Upon the naked souls
Who witness the heaven!!!
Night calls it's foes and friends alike
Night is the only place
where Light and Shadow are in warm embrace
Where body rests and spirits awake
For the worshipper of Silence
The deep breaths of a
Dark Night, is a cabret
Night flows in veins like freshly
Sprouted spring
But only for those who know
How to surrender and melt
Night pulls out the creatures of love
Attracts the Seekers for quest
It brings the power of sacred iron
To the roots of budding magnet
Night remains silent and hidden
No-one has seen her face yet
Her trails are the only treasures
The breaths taken in it's lap
Announce it's presence
On mountain breast
The Night is dark and delightful
A joyous celebration of mysterious scent!
Saumya Wafa.©
